Sarah Crazy Child

Sarah crazy child is devouring all the streets
With her pastel dotted dress
And her seductive bongo-beat
Her skin is wild like the olives
And her body’s bitter sweet
Still she’s only just thirteen
And she’s forgotten how to dream
Brother, the juke-box King
With his venom mildly sting, yeah
And his knowledge twisted hair
And his 1920's stare
Lives beneath the roadway
In a manner to his lair
In summer he’s a young boy
But in winter he’s a bear
Broken dusty mama
Her face melted just like wax
Her once gazelle like features
Blooded by the Ajax
Received your picture postcard
Of the twosome of the one
Solely submitted
To guillotine of their home